Devil’s Hour

Devil’s hour, Devil’s hour...
3AM feels like EVERY hour.
Can’t sleep can’t speak,
Can’t see can’t eat.
Devil’s hour..oh my favorite hour!
The demons are out to play,
more like here to take me I should say.
I’m not scared anymore, for I am always up at Devil’s hour.
Wont cry, won’t hide.
Won’t scream, won’t freak.
Black shadows, no light.
Evil laughter, faceless skins.
Voices in my head, darkness in my mind.
Brown eyes to black sights,
blonde hair to blood red..red blood.
Demons won’t you stay with me?
This hour is my favorite hour... 3AM Devil’s hour.